"P'tite bite!"I blushed all the way down to my toes and what I had that wasn't shrunk from the cold water of the pool, shriveled up even more. Damn th...se trunks! Why did Diane always buy me these Speedos instead of regular trunks?I wrapped the towel around my waist, to preserve what was left of my dignity and masculinity."Oui, Mademoiselle," I heard her giggle as I hurried from the room.I couldn't believe my ears. Maybe the French joked so bluntly, but it just wasn't done here or maybe she. ." I thought about that bitch of a step sister of mine and how much I hated 'er! Fuckin' 'goody two shoes' bitch! Me Mom had already got 'er when 'er an' me Dad met an' she's a couple of years older than me an' we've never got on - mainly cos she's a fuckin' tell tale cow an' I wouldn't trust 'er as far as I could throw 'er! Couldn't wait for 'er to fuckin' leave home an' get married to that wimpy fiance of 'ers! 'Timothy', fuckin' stupid name, if ya ask me? Anyway, we pull up outside her. "You wrote the note!" I exclaim. "Oh my god!I'm so confused! I thought mom wants..." I halt myself.She smiles. Ok, you got me good."You really fucked me over, Em," I say. "A lot!" I emphasize."I'm sorry about last night," she says. "But you got all dressed likethat on your own and you *shit* yourself in a goddamn diaper!" she adds."I couldn't get that shit off," I complain. "And you undo the nightie andthen put it back on!" A take a moment to breathe and push on. "I had tosleep in that dress. I. I didn't know what to say. Then, just like whenMichelle and I were married, my adrenaline and hormones began to get the betterof me. Like a moth attracted to a flame, I couldn't resist delving more andmore into the details of what they were proposing, all the while knowing thatthe more I did, the more I would become ensnared."Whatdo you mean when you say 'under your control like a child'?" I asked."It'sreally quite simple," Michelle explained. "We will decide whatclothes you wear, who your.